There are days when we just feel like screaming. I think it's best to embrace the urge and, well, maybe not actually scream (though maybe...), but do something to express the feeling. Sometimes I choose a cup that screams for me. I keep this mug with my winter cups, since it's in the dark part of the year it appeals to me more.
The Scream is an Edvard Munch creation that seems to reach a certain place inside most people. Yale Press has an excerpt from a book that says,
What is certain is that as a symbol it generously fulfils Munch’s requirement, if not the requirement of the Symbolisits: it is capable of manifold, almost infinite interpretations. The last words can be left to him: "And for several years I was almost mad—that was the time when the terror of insanity reared up its twisted head. You know my picture, The Scream? I was being stretched to the limit—nature was screaming in my blood—I was at breaking point . . . You know my pictures, you know it all—you know I felt it all."Slate.com says it, "represents the apogee of anxiety, the soul's final breaking point." EdvardMunch.org says, "Essentially this famous picture is autobiographical, an expressionistic construction based on Munch's actual experience of a scream piercing through nature while on a walk, after his two companions, seen in the background, had left him."
Bleubeard and Elizabeth host a T(ea) Party at their place every Tuesday where folks can share their drinks, crafts, joys, frustrations, and maybe even their screams.